Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 29 A week later The first night after giving Noleen the phone number, I stayed awake all night, under the false hope that myfather would be kicking down the door any moment to come to our rescue.

The second day I spent all day by the windows, waiting, watching only for the night to come, andthat hope dissolved.

By day three, Noleen came into the shop and told me she had delivered the message,and I knew he wasn't coming for me.

I knew that any hope that my father would come to save us was gone.

He didn’t care; I was no longer his daughter.

It also meant the only chance of escape was for us to find a way on our own, which was unlikely.

Or so I thought until Jake told me he had to go to the rogue settlement.

"This is our chance, we have to do it now," Lexa urged.

Noleen had come in and said they couldn't fix the pipes, and Jake was going out to attempt to fix themfor them and no doubt feed on them.

I stand by the window, the chain heavy on my ankle that is attached to the end of the bed.

As his car disappears around the corner, I race toward the bed and dig my hand under the dresser to retrieve the butter knife I stole from down inthe kitchen before prying up the floorboard.

The last couple of times I had gone to work downstairs in the cafe, I had managedto smuggle a butter knife and a broken meat tenderizer.

I pry the floor board up, grabbing the chunky piece of metal.

Although the handle was snapped off, it was the only thing I had in the way of a hammer.

I begin smacking the lock on the chain, repeatedly hitting it and trying to break it.

The metal dents from the repeated blow, and I smashed my fingers a couple of times when suddenly the padlock clicked and popped, the lock opening.

down at

I had tried to break

quick,” Lexa urges, and I dig through the cupboards for clothes, pulling on one of Jake’s shirts before racing to the door towork on

wood on the door scratched and chunks missing from hitting the brackets

as I stare

part of me warning me of the consequencesand freezing me

“El, El.

to move," Lexa urges, pressing beneath

step out listening

of our plans?

encouragement, I started running down the steps

run for the basement, reaching for the spare

Jake was hiding behind the

luck I heard him curse when he left the key in

fixed the register, watching him out of the corner of my eye as heglanced at me before moving the photo frame and taking a key off the back of it and unlocking

the woodenstairs creak, before the coldness of the concrete floor seeped in through

cold from the draft My eyes scan the shelves for anything to break the lock on

the shelf, I move to the

Alisha says, crawling forward

before lifting the piece of bar, adrenaline

thrice on the lock when the

sob, shoving it open before rushing

she gets to her feet, and I clutch her as I take most of her weight, not

weak on her

sobs, as we make our way to the stairs, she

step

climbed the stairs, fear slivering up my